It was amazingly erotic moment we all shared and I know Nick enjoyed it. A lot. He doesn’t usually come so fast. I think it turned him on more than he’d expected. It’s not like we never talked about it in the last years—sharing our bed with another man, even a woman, for a night. There was a time when it came pretty close, too. Some guy we met when we we’re in Los Angeles, visiting the city. But we both chickened out and changed our minds at the last minute, fleeing the hotel room while the guy was in the washroom.
Plenty of gay couples have open marriages. It’s no big deal. After all, Nick and I have been together for decades. We’re solid. Dedicated to each other.
So why I am sitting here with my heart beating a million miles an hour and the pen slipping out of my sweaty fingers once in a while?